Dirty Games: A BWWM Romance (7 page)

He rolled the dildo again, pushing it forward. Rose groaned and fisted the scarf that kept her wrists bound high, her body on fire.

“Brent, please…”

He smiled, breathless, his own brain swimming in a haze of pent-up lust, his hand petting her trembling thigh in a soothing circle. Then, without warning, he drove the dildo in as deep as it would go, quickly pulling it out once more. Rose screamed, her back arching as she tossed her head back against the headboard.

“Think you can take both of those at the same time?” Brent murmured. “Or this, and my dick? Hmm? What say you, darling?”

She gasped, her chest heaving, pussy and ass clenching, desperate to be filled.

“Anything, Brent. Anything.”

Brent drove the dildo in again, his own fist curled around his cock as he watched the thick black plastic being engulfed by the red, abused ring of muscle hidden between Rose’s ass cheeks. It didn’t matter how many times they did it, Brent just couldn’t say enough. He couldn’t pull himself free. Rose did it for him on every single level, and it almost scared him to realize how dependent he was on her. It truly scared him, a bone-deep chill that went right into his very core.

“Brent,” Rose breathed, clenching and unclenching her fists. “Brent, please, God, want you. Need you. Brent…”

He tilted his head down and captured her mouth in a long, breathless kiss, his wrist rotating slowly, maddeningly so, fucking her pussy with slow, controlled thrusts. His fingers slid along the length of the dildo as he was pulling it out, carefully edging them back in alongside the fake cock, and she whined, sweat stinging in her eyes. For a minute, Rose was so tense Brent wondered if it really would fit, then his wrist shifted the dildo just right, Rose keened, and Brent’s finger slid inside.

“So very good, darling,” he purred, kissing along the wet line from her neck down to her breast. “See, it’s all downhill from here.”

Rose nodded and panted, ragged and raw, her body shaking violently with each thrust of the dildo, Brent’s fingers stretching her as he went.

Brent trailed his free hand down her belly and began to rub feverishly at her swollen clit. He knew that if he wanted to try what he had in mind next, she needed to be as pliant and loose as possible, and getting her to orgasm would ensure that. It didn’t take long. With a soft, muffled cry, Rose came for the third time in a row, her body convulsing violently as she drenched his hand and the sheets. Brent kept biting his cheek until he tasted blood, trying to keep himself in check as he watched his beautiful lover come apart at the seams underneath him.

“Take it easy,” he murmured against Rose’s sweaty skin, his own breath cut short as he pulled the dildo out of her, his fingers quickly thrusting right back in, in its stead.

“You still feel so fuckin’ tight.”

“Please,” she moaned. “Please, please.”

Rose arched her body as far as the scarf allowed her to, her pussy clenching around Brent’s fingers until he took pity on her and eased them out altogether. The emptiness that followed only lasted for a moment before she was being filled again. This time it was Brent, sliding his way inside her. A hand settled on her belly, stroking soothingly, Brent’s hips rolling languidly, his cock sliding in inch by excruciating inch. Brent groaned. He undid the straps on Rose’s legs, letting them fall down on the bed, on either side of his thighs, his voice loud and heavy in the still air around them.

“God, so good. You like that, Rosie? You like feeling me fill you up like this?”

Rose couldn’t form words, let alone full sentences. She gasped at Brent, squirming as much as she could in the attempt to make the sensation last. For too long she was utterly absorbed in the feeling of Brent moving inside of her, and didn’t notice Brent had stilled, not until he felt something press against her other hole. They had done this before, but never at the same time.

“No,” Rose gasped as she clenched like a vice around Brent’s cock, “I can’t— it’s too much— no—”

“Shh. Relax, baby,” Brent whispered in her ear, the hand on Rose’s belly curling around his cock, stroking it to try and take her mind off the sudden, painful pull of her hole. “You’re gonna feel so good. I promise. You’ll feel every last inch of me.”

Brent’s teeth scraped along her nape and up to her ear, still not moving at all.

His fingertips went to probe between Rose’s ass cheeks, fondling the outer ring. He pushed one of his fingers inside, groaning as the tight, slick heat sucked him in. Rose cried out, her body tensing for an instant before going completely lax, her eyes veiled, her breast heaving with desperate gasps for breath. Brent smiled down on her from above, and slowly the thick black head of the dildo began to ease past the stretched ring of her ass.

“Breathe,” Brent instructed. “Breathe.”

He continued to slide the dildo into place, Rose’s thighs tight and trembling under his. She whimpered, every muscle in her back had tightened up. Brent gently stroked her side, twisted the dildo a fraction, and it was in.

“Christ, fuck. So good, Rosie. So fucking good.”

He leaned down, and laid a soothing kiss on Rose’s shoulder. The head of his cock pressed right against her sweet spot, now being hit from two sides, and a spark of heat travelled down her spine. She whimpered, her voice veiled with wonder, and Brent’s lips began to trace a pattern all over her sweaty neck and breast, tongue fondling her sore nipples through the silver of the clamps.

“I’m gonna make this good for you, just wait,” Brent murmured in her ear.

He gripped the base of the dildo and slowly started to pull back, just an inch, then drove right back in, jabbing right into the soft bundle of nerves inside of her. Rose moaned and tossed her head from one side to the other, trying to spread her legs to relax. The hand that wasn’t keeping the dildo firm inside of her just kept working on her clit in a fast, circular motion.

There was no more room for words. Brent rocked his hips sensually, just a few short rolls, enough to slide in and out and in again a few times, hitting her sweet spot every time. The combined stimulation and shuddering with each thrust, her moans and babbling pleas incoherent by now.

“I got you.” Brent whispered, his lips burning a path across her shoulders. “Just let go for me, Rosie. Trust me, and let go.”

Rose sobbed as Brent rolled his hips and pleasure shot across her spine. Het bit into her earlobe and rolled his hips again, going as slow as he dared, feeling the tip of the dildo from inside her. It was so much hotter than it had any right to be. He knew that Rose was still uncomfortable even though her pussy was now dripping buckets over him and was more swollen and red than he’d ever seen.

Brent’s hand grasped Rose’s hip just as he rocked back up, and she wailed, her head thrown back as the change in angle had both of her holes stretching to adjust, Brent’s hips rolling smoothly, picking up speed as she was pulled backwards over the two stiff dicks filling her up completely. Rose’s voice died on a scream, fingers clutching the scarf tightly, Brent’s cock pulsing inside her, hitting her most sensitive spot over and over, plastic filling her from the other side.

It felt like it was over before it began. It took only a few more short controlled thrusts to have Rose coming harder than she ever had before, her cunt contracting wildly against Brent’s dick, her body giving way completely as she was pulled under by the aftershocks.

“Jesus Christ,” Brent groaned loudly as his vision blackened out and he came, too, spilling out inside her and taking in the sensation of their combined juices surrounding his cock.

Chapter 8

It took remarkably longer for the both of them to come out of the post-orgasmic bliss this time. Rose had passed out, her body lax and sated, coated with come, and Brent had had just enough presence of mind to remove the dildo and undo the knots in the scarf before rolling over and passing out himself. It might have been an hour later, or an hour and a half, when Rose stirred and rolled over, her face pressing in the curve of Brent’s side with a contented snuffle, still halfway between sleeping and waking.

“I don’t want to wait another week,” Rose whispered after a long minute had gone by, her rough fucked-out voice sounding like gravel in the stuffy quiet of the bedroom.

Brent forced his eyes open and tilted his head up, glancing sideways at her. He didn’t say a word, but held Rose’s nervous glance for a few seconds before rolling off on his side, massaging his temples as he tried to drag himself to a sitting position.

“Brent?” she asked him quietly, wanting to reach out to him but not knowing how.

She ended up sitting up herself, tugging at the sheets to try and cover herself, feeling suddenly way more naked than she had in any of their previous encounters.

“Rose, what are you saying?”

“Nothing,” she said quickly, “Nothing, forget it.”

Brent pushed himself against the headboard, crossing his ankles as he watched Rose fidget, perched on the end of the bed, ready to bolt like a skittish, stray kitten.

“I’ll be going then,” Rose said after another minute of awkward silence.

“Wait—”

Rose stayed, swallowing, her back as taut as a bow.

“Why?” You always stay the night.”

Rose shook her head and tried to look about for her scattered clothes. “I work tomorrow, too. I can’t—”

“You can’t ask that of me.”

Rose sighed, her shoulders slumping, hair falling over her face. “I’m sorry.”

“I don’t know what… I mean.” He sighed and rubbed his hand across his face. “I’m not made for—
this
.”

“This what? This
me
?” Rose asked, feeling suddenly hurt. “Because I think you’re doing just fine in that department.”

Brent groaned and shuffled out of the bed, walking around the bed and sitting right next to Rose, his arm draped across her shoulder, palm cradling her cheek as he turned her face toward him.

“I’m sorry,” he muttered, the words ringing sincere in her ears. “I didn’t mean it like that. I never… I just never had something like this. Someone like you. And I don’t know what the steps are from here. I have no idea what I should be doing or saying. God, I’ve never even had, or wanted, a relationship.”

Rose laughed slightly, “You can’t be serious.”

“I am, though” Brent said, showing that he was. “And I’ve had the opportunity plenty of times, but never took it. Instead, I just kept doing what you see me do every week for years.”

“Hasn’t anyone ever said anything to you?” she asked him out of curiosity, placing her hand on his thigh. “You know? The whole mid-life crisis thing that everyone loves to talk about?”

It was Brent’s turn to laugh. “Trust me; I really don’t care about that. I never did.”

“Then why exactly do you do what you do?”

“Because it’s easier,” Brent said. “I have no shame in admitting it. I made the decision not to care, or be committed to anyone, because it would mean that it made everything in my life so much easier.” Brent’s thumb rubbed across Rose’s lower lip. “Till now. And that, for someone who’s… God, it hurts me to say it… thirty-eight years old, it’s pretty scary.”

Rose looked taken aback, and her hand shook on Brent’s leg.

“What are you saying?” she asked, her heart and head pounding rhythmically as she tried to make sense out his words.

“I depend on you too much,” Brent said quietly. “I never waited a week for the same person to sleep with. I made my motto never to fuck someone twice. And these last two weeks, when you were sick… I came so close to your apartment, so many times, but I just couldn’t bring myself to ring your door. One, it would’ve been creepy, and two, I just… it scared me too much.”

“What were you so afraid of?”

“Actually going to those lengths for someone… and missing someone in the first place.”

Rose’s face finally cracked into a smile. “And it would’ve been creepy?”

Brent laughed and nodded. “Yeah.”

Rose leaned in, their foreheads brushing together. “I missed you, too. The whole time.”

Their lips met, Brent’s hand cradling Rose’s head, their tongues tangling in a breathless, soft kiss.

“What are you doing tomorrow?” Brent asked then, his words a puff of soft air against Rose’s lush lips.

“I’m working,” she answered with a small smile.